My Band Songtext
von Friska Viljor

Sitting outside with a drink in my hand
The sun it is shining and I have a band
I guess I should be on the top of the clouds
With something insulting me down on the ground

Remember the things that you wanted to do
But I never trust it your love such a fool
Always that question repeating itself
When will she leave and fly out of my spell


You finally came to your sensitive love
And I was so lonely with my bad confidence
So now I sit here with a drink in my hand
Try′na feel happy for having a band

Well I think the best thing for me to do
Is leaving this band and bringing on my blues
I don't wanna pass it to all of my love
I don′t wanna burden them more than I should

I consciously sit and feed to my rhymes
Laughing and talking the louder and loud
I know I will never be there again
I guess I should focus it all on my band


Lalalalalalalalala
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